Back when, back when, back when (echo),

Dreams hit hard in the cold night den,

Back when the bassline shook the flat,

We were kings of the rave, never lookin’ back!

Back when I scribbled on pads with a biro,

Dreams in my chest, pure flame, no pyro,

City was cold but my soul was a furnace,

Life wrote tests, I revised every verdict,

Back when the alley was dark, still I sparked up,

Beats in my head turned the block to a startup,

Fast life grime, no brakes, no stalling,

Rave in my blood, diesel drums kept calling.

Back when we lived it, back when we dreamed it,

Bassline pumping, whole block screaming,

Back when we spun it, back when we breathed it,

Lights in the dark – can you still feel it?

(Back when, back when, back when, yehhh!)

Back when the decks got spun at the function,

Garage groove, bassline conjunction,

Back when the diesel smoke hit the ceiling,

Trap with the grime gave the night new meaning,

Back when I dashed them doubts to the curbside,

Dreams in the rave kept the flame on a pure high,

City on drill, but the rave was the refuge,

Turbo the flow, every word was a jet-fuse.

Back when we bled for the love, not the payroll,

Back when the crowd was the church, we were faithful,

Back when the neon cut fog like a halo,

Bassline priests chanting diesel in the shadows…

Back when the nights felt endless,

Back when the beat hit reckless,

Back when the dream was priceless,

Back when the flow cut timeless,

Back when the mandem sparked that fire,

Grime in the blood, drill took it higher,

Trap with the snare, garage with the kick,

Back when the rave was the purest fix!

Back when we lived it, back when we dreamed it,

Bassline pumping, whole block screaming,

Back when we spun it, back when we breathed it,

Lights in the dark – can you still feel it?

(Back when, back when, back when, yehhh!)

Back when… (echo)

Back when… diesel in the system…

Back when… (echo fades, bass drops one last time).

Back when the sirens sang through the borough,

Dreams got chased but we ran through the sorrow,

Back when the nights had teeth, no mercy,

Life hit deep but the beat still nursed me,

Back when the diesel fumes wrote the scripture,

Bassline gospel, the rave was the fixture,

Fast life scribbled in the haze of the alley,

Hope hit harder when the lights in the valley.

Back when we lived it, back when we dreamed it,

Bassline pumping, whole block screaming,

Back when we spun it, back when we breathed it,

Lights in the dark – can you still feel it?

(Back when, back when, back when, yehhh!)

Back when the strobes cut time like a diamond,

Back when the crowd moved one with the siren,

Back when the rush hit veins like a river,

Every bar raw, every flow made you shiver,

Back when the deckwheels spun fate on a platter,

Drill in the roots, garage grooves in the chatter,

Back when the night was a kingdom we owned,

Turbo the flow, diesel dreams full-blown!

Back when… (echo)

Back when… diesel in the system…

Back when… shadows danced to our rhythm…

Back when… (echo fades, bass drops one last time).